Felix tensed up. The voice wasn't Eunice's—it was a man's. He immediately knew it was Ashton, someone he had met briefly before. There was no doubt about it.

"There's no point in reasoning with someone like you, is there?" Felix retorted.

Since Ashton had laid it out so plainly, Felix saw no reason to hold back. He wasn't the cautious person he used to be. Now, he had the strength to face challenges head-on.

"Good, at least you're man enough not to beat around the bush. Horace was my last relative in this world. You killed him, so you'll pay a terrible price for that."

As one of the Eight Guardians under the Ancient Sage, Ashton was both powerful and well-connected. He was not interested in hearing explanations or excuses.

"Fine by me. I'll be waiting."

Felix hung up with a cold smile, feeling a surge of excitement. Sarah had stopped them that time, but it seemed inevitable that they would have to show down with Ashton, a Grandmaster.

Though Felix had not reached his peak